Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kuwait and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.